Ok, I think I'm going to give this story a shot, the chapters may be either extremely long or pretty short but at least over 1,000 words as with pretty much all my works. Here we go!
Russia jogged through the city, he was in New York City for a world meeting, and so far everyone was giving him as wide a berth as possible. Of course, on a side walk in a city like this, that was about half a foot, probably less.
He was over a head in height taller than most of the people here, and all were giving him strange looks due to his heavy attire, coat and scarf, when it was the middle of the summer. Yet he didn't look even a bit hot. The large nation turned and found himself standing in times square.
The russian looked around, taking in the screens, towering buildings, giant structures of glass and steel stretching up towards the clear blue sky and wondered why he didn't build any big loud screen filled cities in his home.
Maybe because the weather would freeze up all the screens and cover them in ice...
Russia thought to himself.
He kept moving towards the skyscraper America had told them all to meet at, he'd rented a large meeting hall on the top floor so they could have their meeting with, as Russia recalled America writing in the invite.
'The super coolest view in the whole super awesome city'
The man's heavy jacket tails spread out behind him, and after a little while longer had realized he was hopelessly lost.
"Oh dear..." He muttered, he wasn't very familiar with New York, so he decided to ask for directions. He looked around for a moment before spotting a man sitting at a bus stop, reading a newspaper.
"Izvinite."
He edged his way over to him through the flow of people on the sidewalk.
The man glanced up and had to do a double take when he saw a russian man in a heavy coat with a war medal on it and a thick scarf towering over him.
"U-Uh, hey, what can I do for ya, mister?" The man asked as he folded his newspaper up.
"I am not being from around here..." Russia began in his thick accent as the man thought.
Well that's pretty obvious.
"...and I was wondering if you could kindly be giving me the right direction to this address." Russia produced the letter from America and handed it to the man, pointing with a gloved finger to the address listed while at the same take accidentally covering up the signature of who'd sent it to him.
"Hmmm."
The man studied the address and thought about it for a moment.
"Ah, I know exactly where your heading, mister. That's Mr. America's scraper that he rents out whenever he'd in town."
The man exclaimed, than he pointed down the road and gave Russia directions to the building.
"...you keep heading straight and you'll walk right into it."
"Spasibo."
Russia said, his usual small cheerful smile on his face as he folded back up his letter and tucked it into his pocket.
"If you don't mind me asking, why're you heading there of all places?"
The man asked, he was now standing and still found himself over a head shorter than the russian.
Russia glanced down to him, than suddenly had a shadowed look on his face.
"I'm going to go play with friends of mine. It'll be fun." Russia said darkly, suddenly holding his pipe.
"U-Uhh...o-ok..." The guy gulped as he took a step back.
But, out of no where, Russia was suddenly perfectly friendly again.
"Funny, everyone around here looks at me silly. I guess I do dress a little out of place, but my home is very cold."
"Oh...say, your from Russia, aren't you?" The man snapped his fingers when he finally recognized the accent.
Russia gave him his closed eyes smile.
"No. I am Russia."
Before turning and walking away, calling over his shoulder.
"Thank you again for the help!"
Than breaking into a brisk walk, his long legs and swift strides carrying him off and around the corner in an instant.
The helpful man stared after him, before muttering to himself.
"I just gave Russia directions, wait until all the guys hear this."
Meanwhile, Russia had finally arrived at the front steps of the skyscraper, only to find a familiar girl sitting on the front step, clicking away on a very familiar laptop.
"Hey. You lost little girl?" Russia asked, tapping her smartly on the head.
She glanced up, saw him, and let out a happy cry.
"Finally!" She shouted as she leapt up and stuffed her laptop back into her bag.
"What is it?" Russia asked, slightly confused.
"I've been out here for like an hour waiting for one of you nations to show up and let me in!" Amethyst grumbled.
"Well, I really shouldn't being letting you in, but since it was extra fun last you had been doing the coming, I suppose I will."
"Great! I think you and I are gonna get along pretty well!"
Amethyst said happily as she slung her backpack over her shoulder and followed Russia, who was cleared to enter along with Amethyst, who he simply said was 'his little friend'.
Russia pushed open the doors, and his little smile made it's way onto his face at once. France and Britain were already in a fist fight, America was arguing with China about food, Italy was hiding under the table and Germany and Japan were trying to coax him out with pasta (Japan) and death threats (Germany).
"Sorry I am being late!" Russia called as he entered.
"Geez, took ya long enough dude!" America cried.
"I had to get directions from one of your citizens, they are very friendly."
Russia said.
"That's American hospitality for you, go U.S.A!" America cheered.
"Thanks Russia!" Amethyst said as she entered and took off, flying into the hall above them.
"What!? You've been gone for almost two meetings! Three weeks and now your back?" Britain demanded.
"I even packed swim gear for the last two meetings, just in case." France sighed.
"It all goes to waste now...this time I figured you weren't coming back and didn't bring anything."
"Well, today were gonna do something a little different."
"Everyone, back away slowly." Britain said carefully.
Amethyst already had her laptop out on her criss crossed legs and typed something into her 'Hetalia control page'
Britain glanced down and realized he was wearing bright blues, capes, and riding boots.
"WHAT THE THESE ARE FRANCE'S CLOTHES!" He screamed, throwing his arms into the air.
"Indeed, you look a lot better than you originally looked in your usual rags."
France said breezily, flicking his bangs.
"Shut up and look down, you wanker." Britain grumbled.
France glanced down to see himself in the full green military uniform of his enemy.
"POURQUOI!?" France yelped.
"Non! Non! Non! I cannot be caught dead in these horrible things!"
"My clothes are perfectly fine, you frog, I want to know how you even move in this damn cape!"
Amethyst grinned, "Thank a Guest reader, pal."
"CURSE YOU GUEST READER!"
The two of them howled at once.
"Reader?" Japan asked, and was yet again ignored.
"Now they just gave me an idea..." Amethyst said happily.
"What now?" America groaned, adjusting his backpack.
Than he realized he never carried a backpack, much less a backpack with a panda in it.
"What, aru!?" China shouted, yanking at the sleeve of his, more like America's, bomber jacket and struggling to see straight though his new glasses.
"Yay! I'm dressed up just like Germany!" Italy sang, bouncing around in Germany's military gear.
"Imbecile, I'm stuck in your clothes! And now you decide to get out from under the table! Well, at least they are being a bigger size." Germany barked harshly, crossing his arms over his navy blue suit and back tie.
"Well, this is certainly interesting." Japan muttered.
"Who are you?" The polar bear in his arms asked.
"I am Japan."
"Oh, what happened to that other guy? Who was he?"
"I'm Canada, and I got Japan's outfit." Canada mumbled, walking over donning Japan's white and gold while Japan attempted to fix his glasses so he could look over the edges.
"Say, who do I get to be doing to switching with?" Russia asked.
"Look down." Amethyst ordered.
Russia glanced down to see he was wearing Switzerland's attire and gray cap.
"I didn't even know he was here." Russia said, looked around to see Switzerland standing by the wall with a large scarf around his neck covering his face all the way up to his nose.
He flailed his arms around and started shouting something no one could hear through the cloth before pulling out the magic metal pipe of pain and hitting Canada over the head with it.
"What did he say...?" Canada asked woozily as he wobbled to his feet.
"How much are you willing to bet he said 'Man up or I'll beat you with my peace prize?' before he hit Canada?"
"Nothing. Because you probably made him say it, aru." China said.
"Look who's getting to know me!" Amethyst said happily as she swooped down to China's level and smiled.
"Sorry Switzerland!"
She finished as Switzerland finally freed himself of his scarf.
"Why am I here, I was sitting in the garden with Liechtenstein and now I am here!?"
"Surprise!" Amethyst sang.
"Yeah, welcome to the party." America said, sounding less than enthusiastic as he rolled up his overly long sleeves.
"This party can go to..."
Than Switzerland's scarf wrapped back up around his mouth, cutting off any profanity that may had escaped him.
"Mmhhff!"
Switzerland found himself wrestling with his scarf once more.
"I'm doing my best to keep this K+ and I've already been pushing it with Britain, so I'm afraid there can be no more cursing!"
"You take good care of Panda, aru!" China ordered.
"Fine, man, whatever, you cool back there, little dude?" America asked as he glanced over his shoulder.
Panda nodded.
"Ok, great, he's fine, China!"
"He better stay that way, aru!" China ordered, flailing his arm at him.
"These dumb sleeves have no movement! I hate them, aru!"
"Try wearing a cape!" Britain said angrily as he raised up his shoulders to show off his new attire.
Switzerland won his brief battle with his clothing and shouted.
"Or this stupid scarf!"
"Hey...my sister gave me that...don't make fun of it, I traded weapons with you too."
Russia said darkly as he leveled the rifle he'd pulled off of his back in the blondes direction.
"Holy..."
Switzerland's scarf seemed unwilling to remain in place, and strangled any words by wrapping up once again.
Switzerland waved his arms madly as he struggled with the scarf again.
"Don't rip it!" Russia called.
"Aw...he loves his scarf he got from his sister, reminded me of a certain fire mage. After the loss of his father, all he had to cling to was that scarf...oh it's just so adorable!" Amethyst said, kicking her legs in the air and fangirl-ing out.
"Can we change now?" Britain demanded.
"Ugh, fine."
"Yay!"
"After this chapter is over."
"Dang it."
"Hey, Britain!" Amethyst shouted.
"What do you want?" Britain asked rudely.
"You'll like this! It's..."
"What!?" Britain yelled, a vein popping in his head.
"GIANT FLYING MINT BUNNY!"
Than a giant flying mint bunny crashed through the wall.
The giant imaginary beast come to life crashed through the wall to the said and flapped his wings, a smile on his split lipped face.
"My little friend your all grown up!" Britain said, looking teary eyed.
"Hop on! We can crush France!"
"You really are my best-est buddy aren't you?" Britain asked as he ran over and climbed on top of mint bunny, who turned on France.
"HELP ME PIERRE!" France wailed, at once his faithful little bird came shooting through the window, pecking at the bunny's face.
Flying Mint Bunny swatted Pierre aside like he was nothing but a fly.
"Pierre!" France sobbed, running over to his fallen companion.
"I got this!" Amethyst called, setting to her keyboard.
Pierre began to grow, and grow, and grow until he was the size of Giant Flying Mint Bunny, his beady eyes opened and he let out a loud war chirp.
Pierre swelled up, growing and growing until he was eye to eye with the mint bunny, and he let out a loud screech.
"Go Pierre!" France shouted as he climbed aboard his bird friends back.
The two monster pets began to attack each other, flying mint bunny flapped his wings and smashed through the glass window of the skyscraper, Pierre flew out behind her, and they continued to assault each other.
All of the other nations gathered around near the edge and stared cheering.
"GO MINT BUNNY DUDE!" America yelled.
"You can do it, Pierre!" Italy cheered, hopping up and down, still dressed like Germany.
"Wait." America turned to the others.
"Do you realize that we are dressed as each other, in a demolished skyscraper, watching a giant flying mint bunny fighting a giant bird with dudes dressed as each other riding them while a flying girl with a magical laptop watches and occasionally bursts into fits of frantic laughter?"
America asked, gesturing to the things as he pointed them out.
"Good point." Japan said quietly as the polar bear in his arms reached up at pushed back up his glasses for him
"I'm. Still. Here." Switzerland gasped, he'd finally freed his mouth from the
pink scarf trapping it.
"Oh yeah. I'll send you back after this chapter." Amethyst said before turning her eyes back on the fighting animals.
"Amethyst, aru! This crazy, you need to stop them before they destroy entire city!" China ordered.
Amethyst sighed, "I'm about to leave anyway." She grumbled as she began to write into her computer yet again.
The two flying giants landed back in the skyscraper, their riders leaping off, than the two of them shrank back to their original sizes and disappeared back to their homes.
Britain and France joined the group, arguing vehemently about who won the battle.
Than, the room repaired itself, the glass flew up from where it had fallen and melted back into place, the wall returned to it's undamaged state, and all of the tables and chairs were set back up.
They looked around in amazement at the now perfectly immaculate room.
Thus, the great battle had ended, and all of the nations found themselves donned their own signature styles once more.
"Finally!" Britain sighed, back in his green and white.
"I am fashionable again!" France cried happily.
"Who are you?" The bear asked.
Canada held him once more, and sighed.
"I'm Canada."
"What happened to the other guy?"
"I am over here." Japan said from his place a few feet away.
Switzerland was sent home.
Switzerland disappeared with a look of relief on his face.
"And thats a wrap!" Amethyst tucked her laptop into her stowed backpack and smiled.
"See ya'll next time."
With that she walked out the door and by the time the nations pursued her, she'd vanished.
"That was crazy." America grumbled.
"Well...let's just hope she'll never come back again." Britain recommended.
"It's a good thing she forgot to ask for suggestions in the reviews, aru."
China said, "Without them, she cannot continue the story and will likely be forced to give up on it until she gains enough to suggestions to continue, aru."
"Yeah, man, your right! She totally forgot to ask for everyone to favorite, follow, and review! She'll never be back as long as they don't do that!"
"Morons." Britain grumbled.
France turned to him.
"YOUR BUNNY NEARLY KILLED PIERRE!"
"YOUR BIRD NEARLY KILLED FLYING MINT BUNNY!"
"And, here we go again." Germany sighed as they began to attack each other.
"I'm telling you burgers and better!"
"No way! Dumplings and tasty snacks, aru!"
"I'm scared!"
"ITALY GET OUT FROM UNDER THE TABLE BEFORE I KILL YOU!"
"Pasta?"
"NO!"
Well, thanks to a Guest review, I was able to write this chapter! Thank you very much for reading, I've decided to give this thing a try, but I won't be able to update much unless I get reviews containing ideas and suggestions from you all! If you read this and you don't send something in, that's one less idea that'll make the next chapter long enough to make the site! So, please favorite, follow, and review! Thanks!